They had eyes dark as night, my brothers,
As if cut in black diamond
They had moon-woven hair, my brothers,
Glistening blue in endless mist
And teeth like wolves' teeth, my brothers,
Joyous teeth clenched tight on their hungers
The voice they had, borne it was from the stars,
Fascinating and misunderstood
The hands they had, fearsome hands, my brothers,
And the world was drunk at their fingertips
Gone are they on all the paths, my brothers,
They were warm like fire, and fresh like the wind
Let me touch your hair your brow your lips,
Scrutinize the palms of your hands
I'm only searching for my brothers everywhere around,
To live is to know how to love
Gone they are on all the paths, my brothers,
But in every mirror, I find them again!
"Perhaps you've seen some of my work, did it speak to you? Did you feel a stirring there within the picture? Well thats my work, my art, my trade and my world. Question is how long will I be here and how far down will my touch reach into your soul...dare to find out?"
